Pink underwear. It's always right. Black leather jacket, black skinnies, a striped Breton jersey, black boots. I left the door open so he could watch me dress, men are intrigued by our clothes, by the hooks and buttons, the straps and elastic that bind us together. When I entered the living room, he had his hands behind his back and a crooked smile I couldn't interpret - www.chloethurlow.com